Colin F. Jones

SICK OF IT ALL

I’m so sick of the hype; the funeral processions,
Of how proud people are to lose their possessions,
How it’s all for the flag, the nation, and God,
How sacred they are who lie dead in the sod.
I’m sick of the bullshit and the carnival cults,
The never-ending promises without any results.
There’s no glamour in killing: there’s only shame,
The stench of the dead and ignorant fame.
Our soldiers are not dying for freedom and flag,
They are dying for nothing; that politicians can brag,
How clever they were exacting their power,
Dissecting the stamen of liberty’s flower.
In the violent society that is ruled by the gun,
Peace is absurd and killing is fun.